To mark the day and to remember our lovely boy we shared copies of his favourite poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley, with family, friends, colleges, and strangers - online and in person.

The poem was a source of inspiration and strength for Conor and he had this handwritten copy of it above his bed throughout the last few years of his life. We want to share it with other people on his behalf - those who know him and those who didn't.

A lady on the till at Tesco; A 96 year old WW2 Veteran; A Year Three class of primary children; An art-loving Sixth Former, a member of Alt-J at their gig, A woman in a coffee shop, A commuter on a Norwich train, Visitors to Durham Cathedral, A class of philosophy students, An old lady who shared his birthday... Friends, family, colleagues and strangers, in Consett, Durham, Sheffield, Newcastle, Harborne, Leeds, Manchester, Liverpool, Birmingham, London, Doncaster, Oxford, Cambridge, Dublin, Brussels and beyond ...

Earlier this month Conor's favourite poem has travelled further than we could have ever imagined. Thank you for sharing it with us x

I've known this poem for over ten years. It's the only poem I know off by heart. It was the first in my collection of the works of Oscar Wilde. Thus, I chose to memorise it quite by random. Sorry for the picture quality, my laptop is an absurd beast.

I first read this poem when I was 18 and trying to write poetry of my own. At the time it seemed to sum up the struggles of coping with life as a teenager - now I know that it can be relevant to any age - I am sure we have all felt like that sometimes.